Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.